Today’s latest temper tantrum: “I wanna go play hockey! I wanna go play hockey! I wanna go play hockey!”

M’s comment: “At last! The words I’ve yearned to hear.”

My comment: “Oh God. There go her teeth.”

Then after M. left we were discussing how he wouldn’t be home in time for bedtime and she had this to say:

“Daddy’s going to bring me some new booze from the store!

Huh?!?!?!?!

When asked to repeat herself: “Daddy’s going to bring me some new boots from the store.”

Ah yes. That makes more sense considering she found last year’s boots and tried them on just before dinner which lead to a discussion about how they were too small and we’d get her some new ones this week. But the first version just about killed me.

In other news, Baby Bear has a second tooth! Perhaps this is the reason for his recent spate of crankiness. He’s also almost crawling, but not quite. He moves all over the floor by pushing with his hands which causes him to move backwards. He finds it quite frustrating when there is a toy just out of reach and his attempts to get it result in him moving farther away.

- woke up screaming this morning. When she finally calmed down, she told me that her bed had jumped up and down and there were “scary things” in her sheets. She didn’t elaborate on the scary things then, but later when we phoned Daddy at work so she could tell him, she mentioned something about butterflies. I’m not sure if butterflies were the scary thing in her dream or what the connection was since he loves butterflies and often pretends to be one.

She was also burning up, poor girl.

She asked for tylenol, and it seemed to help, but she still has a bit of a fever. It’s almost time for a second dose, but we brought her pillow and her favorite blanket out so she could be comfy on the coutch while watching DVDs, and she pulled them down to the floor where she is now fast asleep as The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh (”Pooh Bear’s Blue Balloon Movie” in the household vernacular) plays on.

And my poor little boy… he had to go in for his needles yesterday afternoon, and he was quite the unhappy little boy most of the night. I had thought it was the needles, but now I’m wondering if it wasn’t just that he is getting a bit sick too and I hadn’t noticed yet. He’s back to being his normal happy self this morning though, other than having a bit of a stuffed up nose.

We were planning to take Munchkin swimming tomorrow. I was even considering taking the Baby Bear in too for his first swim (usually M takes Munchkin while Baby Bear and I stay home, these days). And then there was so much I wanted to get done around the house. Now I’m thinking, so much for those plans.

I hate it when my poor little babies. On the other hand, one small selfish part of me is glad that Munchkin is sleeping on the floor at the moment instead of bouncing around and wanting me to play with her and take her places, because I am just so tired. Sick kids at night are a horror, but sick kids during the day can be a bit restful, at times.